She Belongs To The Sky
Why don't you go home with your husband and try to work things out,
and how Mumsi shook her head, slowly, adamantly.
I'm crying when I am done.
Adamant tears that forced their way out and then refuse to leave, crawling slowly down my cheeks. As slowly as Mumsi shook her head.
And Tobi is saying, it's alright, it's alright, repeatedly.
As if he, like me, knows that it will never be.
If I were a dusty, old scratched guitar on the shelf
Would you take me down?
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